BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁶⁸⁰🥵Mahasamut x Tongrak

Requested.

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Mahasamut and Tongrak had been friends since childhood, but through the years their friendship had turned into a heated rivalry. Now, as they stood face to face, their anger towards each other was palpable.

"I can't believe you would betray me like that," Mahasamut snarled, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Betray you? You were the one who went behind my back and stole my idea," Tongrak shot back, his tone filled with resentment.

Their argument continued to escalate, each word becoming more heated and hostile than the last. But in the midst of their yelling and bickering, there was an underlying tension that neither of them could deny. As much as they hated each other in that moment, there was also a raw desire that neither of them could control.

Suddenly, Tongrak grabbed Mahasamut and pushed him against the wall, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace. They both gasped, taken aback by the sudden shift in their dynamic.

"Stop it, Tongrak," Mahasamut said, trying to push him away. But Tongrak was relentless, his hands roaming all over Mahasamut's body.

"I hate you," he growled, his lips crashing against Mahasamut's in a rough, angry kiss.

Mahasamut moaned in response, his desire for Tongrak overpowering any feelings of anger or hatred. Their bodies moved together in a frenzy, their hands ripping off each other's clothes as they devoured each other.

As they fell onto the bed, Tongrak's voice was filled with a rough, desperate tone. "I can't stand you," he said, his hands tracing every inch of Mahasamut's skin.

Mahasamut moaned in response, his voice filled with desire and need. "I hate you so much," he said, his hands gripping Tongrak's hair as he pulled him in for another heated kiss.

Their bodies moved together in a passionate, angry rhythm. All the pent-up frustration and aggression between them was released in their intense lovemaking. As they reached their climax, their shouts of pleasure mixed with their shouts of anger, creating a chaotic mix of emotions.

As they lay in each other's arms, panting and spent, they both realized that their anger towards each other had been fueled by their unspoken attraction. And as they drifted off to sleep, they knew that their rivalry would always be overshadowed by their intense, forbidden love for each other.

As dawn began to break, the soft light filtered into the room, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets where Mahasamut and Tongrak lay entwined. Mahasamut blinked awake, disoriented for a moment as the events of the previous night flooded back to him. The anger, the passion, and the undeniable connection they had shared felt surreal.

He turned to his side, studying Tongrak's face as he slept, his features softened in repose. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over Mahasamut. He had spent so long viewing Tongrak as his rival, the one who always stood in his way, the one who could stoke the flames of his fury with just a few words. But now, that rage had transformed into something more tender, more complicated.

Tongrak stirred, his eyes fluttering open. When he caught sight of Mahasamut, a look of confusion washed over his face—a momentary reminder of the anger and betrayal they had exchanged just hours before. But as recognition set in, the corner of his mouth turned upward, a hesitant smile breaking through the remnants of their fight.

"Did we just...?" Tongrak began, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Yeah, we did," Mahasamut replied, his heart racing. "I never thought it would come to this."

Tongrak pushed himself up, leaning on his elbow as he regarded Mahasamut with a serious expression. "I didn't either. You know this doesn't change everything, right? We still have all that history, all that rivalry between us."

Mahasamut sighed, a mix of frustration and acceptance swirling within him. "I know. But I can't deny that what we felt last night was real. I've always had intense feelings for you, Tongrak—it just often manifested as anger."

Tongrak's expression shifted, serious yet curious. "You think this changes things?"

"I think it complicates things," Mahasamut said honestly. "But I also think it might be worth exploring. We've always been drawn to one another, even if we tried to fight it."

Tongrak's brow furrowed as he processed this. "You know how much we've fought, how heated our rivalry has been. Can we really shift from that to... this?" He gestured between them, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his bravado.

"Maybe we can find a way," Mahasamut replied softly, his tone earnest. "The anger was just masking something deeper. Maybe we can turn this into something positive rather than destructive."

Tongrak studied him, searching for sincerity in his gaze. "You mean you want to actually try? To build something out of this... connection?"

"Why not?" Mahasamut leaned in closer, his heart racing at the thought of a potential relationship. "We understand each other better than anyone else. Our rivalry has kept us sharp; what if we could use that same fire to build something strong?"

Tongrak's tense posture began to soften. The prospect of transforming their tumultuous history into a relationship filled with possibilities intrigued him. "Okay," he said finally, warmth creeping into his voice. "Let's try. But let's be clear: we'll need to communicate. No hiding our feelings, even if they are complicated."

"Agreed," Mahasamut nodded, feeling a rush of hope. "And let's promise to keep it honest. If we start slipping back into old habits, we need to address it right away."

With a newfound determination, they both leaned in, their foreheads resting against each other's. It felt like a truce, a promise, a gamble that might lead them into uncharted territory—a relationship born from rivalry and passion. They both understood the road ahead wouldn't be easy. There would be hurdles to overcome and emotions to navigate, but together, there was a flicker of hope.

As they kissed, slow at first, it grew deeper and more passionate—an affirmation of their decision to embrace their connection, whatever it may bring. In that moment, tangled together, their laughter echoed through the room, drowning out the ghosts of their past and paving the way for a future neither of them had anticipated.

[No.75. Bye now.]